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PUBLISHED BY THE PUPILS OF S.H.S. 



Vol. VIII 



Randolph, Mass. Dec, 1921 



No. 3 



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STAFF 

Editor-in-Chief — Dorothy Harris 
Assistant Editor-in-Chief — Howard Harris 
Alumni — Margaret Donovan 
Athletics — Walter Gavin 
School Notes — Elizabeth King 
Circulation — Edward O'Leary 
Exchange — Angeline Crovo 
jokes? — Martha Hylen, Bertha Washington 
Advertising Manager — Hazel Pepper 
Asst. Adv't. Manager — Mildred Noyes 
Junior Class Notes — Alice Lyons 
Sophomore Class Notes — Alice Dorey 
Freshmen Class Note — Dorofthy Burrill 
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Once more the season of frivolity has 
arrived. Once more we rush into one 
shop and out into another in a frenzy of 
last minute shopping. Once more we 
stop to think of the Child who, born in 
such a lowly place, gave His life for us. 

This is the one time in the year when 
the home is a place of jollity: when holly 
wreaths and candles adorn the windows 
and the inevitable mistletoe is hung and 
the Christmas tree is trimmed in a myriad 
of rainbow hues; when stockings are rilled 
and last gifts wrapped, then — how our 
hearts warm with a feeling of peaceful 
ha piness! 

It is the Spirit of Giving. The Christ- 
mas Spirit. Even the tiniest card may 
bring the greatest amount of happiness. 



Just a sunny smile may fill a lonely heart 
with Christmas cheer. 

And if smiles bear so much happiness, 
^o we not dispense them more free- 

ly? 

Wp may not be able to give i.ch gilts 
as did the Three Wise Kings but we can 
give a smile or a little token, that will be 
as welcome as the Widow's Mite. And 
then, shall we feel the Spirit of Christ- 
mas and the ethereal angels singing with 
div ; nely exquisite harmony, that wonder- 
ful refrain, 

"Peace on the earth, Good will to Man." 

D. H. '22. 

Nous vous souhaitons tous un bien 
joyeux Noel. 

The Spirit of Christmas. 

It is the season of youth and jollity, 
and, being young, we can put only our 
youngest and jolliest efforts into this edi- 
tion of the Oracle. 

We believe that if you notice carefully 
you will perceive a great improvement in 
our literary department. We have worked 
extra hard to edit this edition because of 
the short space of time between the 
Thanksgiving number and this one. We 
feel that special credit is due our Adver- 
tising Manager. 

You as townspeople of Randolph prob- 
ably realize the reason for the great num- 
ber of "ads" in our paper. It is, of 
course, lack of finance. The advertise- 



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ments pay our expenses. We cannot de- 
pend on the circulation. We could, how- 
ever, rely more on the circulation and 
have fewer "ads" if the people would take 
more interest. 

The advertising manager is up against 
a "stiff Proposition". She travels around 
town and to Brockton about a dozen times 
each month, collecting money and pro- 
curing "ads". Even then her work is not 
complete. She must type and place these 
"ads" for the printer's benefit. She is 
willing to do this. We are willing to help 
her. 

COULDN'T YOU HELP TOO? 



NOVEMBER'S FAIRYLAND 

As I stepped from my home on the 
morning of November 30, 1921, I was as- 
founded at the magnificence of the scene 
before me. The trees, clad in their ex- 
quisite covering, which might be likened 
to thousands of flashing diamonds, trans- 
formed the surrounding landscape into a 
veritable bower of fairyland. One 
might truly think that he had stepped, as 
if by magic, from one world to another. 
Mother Nature well deserves her name of 
"Landscape Artist," for never was a more 
charming picture presented to earthly 
eyes. The drooping elms, laden with their 
precious burden of shining jewels; the 
sturdy oaks, bearing proudly their new 
garments; the very grass formed a glis- 
tening carpet for our feet. And when the 
sun's rays touched the trees, I caught my 
breath at the beauty of it, and I fervently 
wished that I were an artist that I might 
portray that splendid scene. 

Alice Dorey '24. 



MAGNETIC ATTRACTIONS 

Time: The near future. 
Scenes: The Orient and America. 
Characters: 

Bernard Gray, an adventurer. 
Alison Bon Hue, an attraction, and 
heroine. 

The Mandarin, her father. 



Part I. 

Near the Siberean Shores, out on the 
ice-covered ocean, a cruiser was drifting. 
Swaying and creaking it sailed, towards 
the Orient. The Shores of China grew 
visible! 

The man on the slippery deck caught 
his breath. A body, a live body, was 
struggling in that fearful Sea of Death. 
Suddenly he realized the awfulness of 
that situation; thinking and acting quick- 
ly, and discarding his furs ,he drew a life 
belt round him, and leapt into the stormy 
waters. Nearer and nearer he came to 
that floating, struggling, half-dead body. 

Ah. He had it! Back on the cruiser 
once more, he changed his dripping cloth- 
ing, and examined his victim. A girl! 
Slowly but surely he brought her back to 
consciousness. Her face was white and 
pinched, but soon the warmth of the 
cabin fire brought the natural roses to her 
cheeks; her hair was a sunlit brown, and 
curled becoming around her forehead. 
Her eyes were brown, deep and sincere, 
with a look of troubled wonder. He spoke 
to her in French, but she shook her head. 

"Have you saved me from the slave 
trader?" she asked in the Chinese lan- 
guage. 

"Yes. Can you not speak French?" 

"No, I can speak but the Chinese and 
English languages," she responded. 

"English! Then tell me your story!" 

Pac ; ng the cabin floor, later he thought 
and thought. Yes, he would bring her 
back to her home. He must work quick- 
ly, he pondered, for her story spoke for 
itself. The slave trader's cruiser, from 
which she had escaped, would seek for 
her, he knew, and he must reach the 
Chinese Shore. 

Speaking in the Chinese language, he 
informed the Mandarin, (for she was the 
Mandarin's daughter), that he was an 
American Fur Trader, and while looking 
for seals, had found his daughter, in the 
icy waters of the Pacific Ocean. 

The Mandarin, overjoyed at the girl's 
safe return, offered gold, and precious 
stones to this stranger, but he refused all. 

"Stay here," said the Mandarin, "and 
surely before many days there will be a 
way in which I can help you." So the 



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American fur trader remained in the 
Orient, and became great friend* with 

the Mandarin and his beautiful daughter, 
Alison Bon Hue. 

One day — ah! that eventful day! He 
overheard plans. Japanese plans, they 
were. Only hints of what might happen, 
did he draw from those yellow people. 

On a secret island, in the region of 
Siberia, was a great Japanese base. Here, 
in secret, great Aquatic Aero Cruisers 
were being invented. This Gyroscopic 
Invention sailed the ocean, and would 
raise a boat to the surface of the water 
and destroy friction. This invention 
would enable the Oriental to gain power 
and prestage over the Occidental. 

Excited by the news, the fur trader 
told the Mandarin of this inevitable plan, 
and the Mandarin, very thankful to the 
fur trader, offered his help. 

"My friend," said the Mandarin, "now 
is the time! Listen. I shall give you 
sailing boats. You shall disguise yourself 
as a Chinaman, and pretend that your trip 
is for the purpose of sealing. Then, my 
friend, shall I feel as though I had partly 
repaid you!" 

Bidding goodbye to his friends, and 
with a last word to the girl, he departed. 

On a Volcanic Island, where the atmos- 
phere was ever temperate, he detected 
the secret base of the Japanese. 

The Japanese, ever alert and suspicious, 
dropped great bombs on the sailing boats. 
The fur trader, realizing his danger, dove 
overboard, and as Fate would have it, 
finally obtained help from an American 
Whaler. 

His arrival in the United States meant 
much to the Government. A sudden re- 
port, out of nowhere, it seemed, was giv- 
en that Japan was intending to attack the 
United States. 

Only the fur trader, Bernard Gray, 
knew from whence this message had come. 
The Mandarin's daughter had kept her 
promise. She was aiding him in every 
possible way. Often he wondered how 
she obtained the news he received, but 
she was silent on this question. 

"PHILIPPINE ISLANDS CAPTURED!" 
The headline stared out at the reader. 

A large fleet of Aquatic Aero Cruisers, 
carrying great racks of poisonous gas 



bombs, had suddenly attacked the Islands, 
and there were few, if any, survivors. 

These great Aquatic Aero Cruisers 
were travelling at one hundred and fifty 
miles an hour, towards the United States. 

What would be the Fate of America? 

Lillian Creutz. 



SCHOOL NOTES 



Paul Camelio has entered S. H. S. as 
a special student. 

Miss Hand has selected a new song en- 
titled "Forest Dance" it is to be one of 
the graduation numbers. 

Miss Hutchins, of the faculty, has re- 
turned from a short illness. 

The Girls' Athletic Club of S. H. S. is 
planning an exhibition to be given in 
Stetson Hall in the near future. 

Miss Allen, the French teacher, has 
been confined to her home by illness. 

The students of Stetson High had fuil 
charge of the Red Cross drive of Ran- 
dolph. They collected $160.00. Pres- 
cott $11.00, Belcher $10.00, Tower Hill 
$1.62. 

R. J. McMasters, manager of Gregg 
Shorthand in New England, visited S. H. 
S. December 7. He addressed all the 
commercial students in the assembly and 
spoke at both shorthand classes. 

He has charge of the Boston office at 
present. Mr. McMasters has been in the 
New York office and at one time was a 
teacher of the system in California. 
While he has been with the Gregg Short- 
hand people he has traveled through thir- 
ty-five states of the Union. - 

The shorthand pupils of S. H. S. wish 
to take this opportunity to thank Mr. 
McMasters for visiting us and hope that 
he will come next year. 



OUT OF THE DARKNESS 

Snow! Snow! Snow! The whole 
earth seemed to be covered with snow. 
It sparkled from the housetops. It was 
"ridged inch deep' on every tree. The 
world was a veritable Fairyland. 



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Inside the walls of the great stone 
house it was not so bright and cheery. 
The sparkling brightness of the outside 
world could not penetrate the. thick gray 
walls. 

In one room all the shades were drawn. 
It was dark and somber. On the couch 
lay a young man. He was tall and broad 
shouldered. His face, had it not borne a 
look of dissatisfaction might have been 
good looking. His hair curled attractive- 
ly and his eyes were large and dark. If 
you saw him in the daylght, however, yon 
would have seen what made his life dark, 
he was blind. 

Since his return from France, he had 
been blind. This in itself was not so 
serious, for the doctors felt that in a few 
years his sight would return provided all 
nervous strain were removed. But he had 
been depressed and he had not recovered 
from that depression. For days at a time 
he would lie still, eating nothing, and 
sneaking to no one. His mother was 
alarmed. 

In a burst of confidence, he had told 
her that while he was serving in France 
as an aviator he had been entrusted to 
carry important papers in to the lines. 
He remembered that suddenly he could 
not see, but with the aid of his pilot he 
made a landing. He remembered of hear- 
ing a girl's sweet voice, and then — -dark- 
ness! He became conscious when he 
reached his base again. He was ques- 
tioned about the papers. They were 
gone! Then the pilot told a very quee L - 
story. Barry had left his plane; had 
spoken to a girl and he, the pilot, "had no 
doubt but that they were both spies/' 
Barry was not condemned because of his 
condition and was sent to a hospital where 
he was nronounced temporarily insane. 
In reality, he was under terrible strain 
wondering where those papers could be. 
The worry never left him. He returned 
home with the terrible, baffling question 
st'll unsolved. Sometimes it seemed as if 
it would indeed drive him crazy. To 
think that those fellows thought him a 
spy ! 

His mother entered the room with the 
mail. This always cheered him up a bit. 
One letter was from an old friend of his, 
a man much older than he. He remem- 



bered having visited him when he was 
just out of college. The letter contained 
an invitation for Barry to spend the 
Christmas holidays with him at his home 
in the adjacent state. 

"Really, Barry," said his mother, "I 
think it is very kind of Dr. Livingston to 
think of you and it would do you a world 
of good to accept his invitation." 

"Accept his invitation!" echoed Barry 
in an amazed voice, "accept in my condi- 
tion?" 

"Why not?" pursued Mrs. Churchill, 
"you should at least act like a man." It 
hurt to say this and she saw Barry wince, 
but she knew something must be done to 
arouse his interest. 

"Now I have thought of a very good 
plan. Henry can motor you over, it's 
only half a days trip and of course Dr. 
Livingston will have everything necessary 
for your comfort. Maybe he can help 
you too. Now when would you like to 
start, dear?" The tactful mother had 
everything planned and the next day Bar- 
ry was being welcomed by Dr. Livings- 
ton. 

They were seated before the fire on 
Christmas Eve. Barry was much happier 
than he had been for months but he still 
wore that dissatisfied, worried expression. 

Suddenly the softest strains of music 
came to their ears, and the sweetest voice 
Barry had ever heard was singing softly 
"Adeste Fidelis." It drifted into "Noel" 
and all the wonderful Christmas hymns 
and the violin accompaniment was per- 
fect. Barry rose to his feet and walked 
uncertainly to the door. Looking beyond 
he saw — yes, for a moment he really saw 
— a beautiful golden haired girl seated 
at the piano singing gloriously, wonder- 
fully, divinely and a boy somewhat young- 
er than she palying the violin. The girl 
arose as he entered the room. She 
turned toward him, her eyes lifted to his. 

"My monsieur!" she exclaimed, her 
face flushing with pleasant surprise and 
her eyes sparkling with excitement. 
"Don't you remember me? Come, I shall 
tell you. Ici M'sieur." 

She led him again to the fireplace and 
spoke to Dr. Livingston. 

"Oh, my uncle Jacques, why did you 
not tell me of this young m'sieur? He js 



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my friend, my friend a long time ago." 

"Your friend!" exclaimed Dr. Livings- 
ton, "why Marquisette you have only been 
in America two weeks and I'm sure you 
haven't met Mr. Churchill before." 

"Oh, but I have, I have, I tell you I 
have. Listen bien." 

She began the tale in her sweet quaint 
interpretation of the English language. 

"It was a long time ago — the war — you 
remember m'sieur. You came to the lit- 
tle town of Duchesny. It was early dawn 
when your machine — your flying machine 
—landed in our field. You staggered 
from it and I met you in the field. You 
said you were hurt. You could not see. 
You gave me papers. I brought them to 
Monsieur le general and he asked me to 
find you but I searched and searched. I 
could not find you, my brave monsieur." 

"You — you took those papers? You 
delivered them, you're sure? Barry 
asked the questions curtly, his face ashy 
pale. 

"Oh, yes M'sieur and I was so proud. 
Monsieur le general called me the "war 
heroine." You remember now m'sieur? 
Why what is the matter, vite, vite, some 
water anything quick." 

The young man had half risen to his 
feet and then fallen forward. Dr. Liv- 
ingston came to his rescue. 

"It's alright," gasped the boy "wait I'll 
tell you. Those papers! I didn't know 
what happened to them. I did not know 
I gave them to you. My plane had been 
struck and the shock had blinded me. 
Oh! It's such a relief." He sank back 
in the chair, simple joy illuminating his 
face. 

His glance wandered toward the girl 
and even though he could not see she 
v/ent to him. 

"Let's go for a walk," he said. 

The doctor smiled his approval and 
Marquisette returned, her lovely face 
peeping from her rich furs and a jaunty 
little blue hat crowning her golden hair. 

The moon had just risen. The air was 
mies and then stopped on the bridge to 
listen to the water. 

Barry broke the deep solemn silence. 

"It is a perfect Christmas eve and it 
will be a more perfect Christmas day I 
feel sure. You don't know what you 



mean to me. You have made me a strong 
healthy man again, little Marquisette. This 
thing has preyed on my mind until I 
thorght I could stand it no longer, and 
then you — just you — have straightened 
things out so easily. And mark dear, 
when I heard your voice singing so divine- 
ly, I knew that something wonderful was 
going to hanpen. I felt it. It was the 
Christmas Spirit. And I saw you — real- 
ly saw your golden hair, and lovely eyes." 

She lifted her face to his and answered 
simply, "Yes, it was the Christmas Spirit." 
It always brings something wonderful. 
Oh see M'sieur. The Wise Man's Star. 
How bright it is! Do you see it Barry?" 

And Barry lifted his eyes and beheld 
rising out of the 'Darkness the Star of 
Hope, of Life, and of Love. 

Dorothy Harris, '22. 



SENIOR NOTES 

Miss Mary Dean '22 enjoys Reference 
Work. What attraction can there be in 
the Public Library Hallway? 

Miss Margaret Donovan '22 firmly ob- 
jects to having secret sessions in the As- 
sembly Room. Is the "Open Door" both- 
ering her? 

Miss Angeline Crovo, has obtained her 
auto license. It is rumored that she 
offered her instructor a "chew of gum," 

Members of class of '22 have started 
preparations for the annual Senior play. 
Mrs. Gove talked with the class December 
7, and rehearsals will start next week. 

The Seniors held a social December 2: 
it was the 6th of the series planned. 

Miss Beatrice Randall '23 is on the 
road to "Success." Her by-path is the 
Boston Conservatory of music. 

Miss Hazel Pepper '22 has recently 
supplied us with the important informa- 
tion that she is "Sick of Jazz." 

Miss Lillian Creutz has suddenly deter- 
mined to enter into the "Bachelor Girls 
Class" 

Miss Mildred Noyes '22, our "doughnut 
lassie", has sold $100 worth of foodstuffs 
this year. 

Miss Dorothy Harris is on the verge of 
a collapse. IThe only remedy is a cessa- 
tion of "Virgil". 



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School notes on the remainder of the 
class of '22 will be found in the next issue 
of the Oracle. 



THESE THINGS I LOVE. 

These things I love and they are friends 

to me — 
A pearl-pink east above the summer sea. 
A cold green sunset over snow-waved 

fields, 
The earth incense that the furrow yields. 

These things I love because they bring me 

peace — 
The hush that comes when evening bird 

songs cease, 
The setting moon above the mountain 

wall, 
The drift of leaves across the road in 

fall. 

These things I love because they are so 

fair — 
My woodland path through banks of 

maidenhair. 
The shadbush shining in the naked wood, 
The mountain hiding in its cloudy hood. 

These things I love, but more than all the 
rest 

I love the longing and the eager quest 

For beauty dreamed, that makes us still 
aspire 

Beyond the world rim to the heart's do- 
sire. 

This wonderfully exquisite little nature 
poem was written by Walter Prichard 
Eaton. He is one of our modern writ- 
ers. He is well known for his dramatic 
criticisms and for his writing of short 
stories. We have published this poem 
because we think it one of the most beau- 
tiful modern nature poems that we have 
ever read. 

D. H. 

Miss Rich (who had just involuntarily 
disclosed a secret) — "Gee, now I've gone 
and spoiled the fun." 

Miss Burrill — "Oh Richie, you'd better 
keep quiet. Every time you open your 
mouth you put your foot in it." 



JUNIOR CLASS NOTES 

One dollar was donated from our class 
treasury for the Red Gross. 

We wish to extend our most cordial 
welcome to Mr. Kenneth Simmons who 
has returned to our class. 

The sympathetic Sophomore class took 
pity on us and invited us to their social 
which was held December 16. We had a 
very enjoyable and interesting time. 

We were sorry to accept the resigna- 
tion of our Penny Collection Treasurer, 
Rose Komich, and Dorothy Swain 

has been elected to the office. 

On account of severe illness Gertrude 
Leonard has been obliged to remain at 
home for several weeks. We sincerely 
hope she will soon recover. 

The juniors are looking forward with 
much interest to their Junior Reception. 

CHARACTERISTICS OF CLASS OF 1923 



Jennie A. 

Shamus 

Mulligan 

Helen L. 

K. Desmond 

Keilly 

Thompson 

Goody 

L. Wallace 

M. Frennan 

P. Sullivan 

McNeil 

Forrest 

Dorothy D. 

Tootsie 

Beans 

Helena 

Gladys 

Foster 

Margaret L. 

Alice L. ' 

Bertram 

Griffin 

Sully 

MeCrowley 

Boyle 

Good 

Martha — "You 

write." 

Lillian— "Well 



Neatness 
The book worm 
No trouble to anyone 
Meekness 
Energetic 
The Jazz Baby 
Innocence 
Artist 
So bashful 
Oh, stop it 
The whole class 
The long of it 
The thin of it 
The small of it 
The big of it 
Our poet 
Our vampire 
So noisy 
Our Intellectual 
Our poser. 
Our elocutionist 
Oh, those curls 
The prize dancer 
Bashful 
Gramma 

Stingy with gum 
The shiner. 

sit on every joke we 



I wouldn't if there wai 



any point to them." 



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EXCHANGES 

This term we have great difficulty in 
obtaining exchanges, as the papers do not 
come in very rapidly. We sincerely hope 
that in the future we shall be able to 
greatly enlarge our exchange dept. 

We are very glad to welcome : 

Homespun, Somerset, Kentucky. An 
interesting paper with a good exchange 
department. 

The Mentor, published by Inmates of 
Mass. State Prison. Your stories are ex- 
ceptionally good. 

Review, Newton High School. Your 
editorials and literary dept. are excellent. 
A more individual tone would be added if 
you would make a few helpful comments 
on your exchanges. 

The Student, English High School, 
Providence, R. I. Your paper is exceed- 
ingly small for such a city as Providence, 
as your editorial concisely states. Your 
literary dept. is very good. 

Angeline Crovo, '22. 



TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS 

OF AN EXCHANGE EDITOR 

Poor Me! Hour after hour, day after 
day, I patiently await each mail hoping 
and praying there will be some exchanges 
for the "Stetson Oracle", but in vain. 
What can be the trouble? Is it that my 
exchange editors have forgotten S. H. S., 
or is it that we are the only live school 
around these parts? 

Exchange at once with the "Stetson 
Oracle." Hurry! 

The Exchange Editor. 



THE FIRST CHRISTMAS 

An illuminating star, exceeding all 
others in its brightness and size cast its 
rays upon the little town of Bethlehem, 
where a royal birth had just occurred. 
The Omnipotent God had perfected this 
star in such a way that by means of its 
splendor, it foretold glad tidings to all. 
It proclaimed to the universe that a Re- 

"A man may have a strong will but it\s 
dollars to doughtnuts that his wife has 
a stronger won't. 



deemer had come and had brought peace 
and good will to all mankind. 

The three wise kings while out on a 
nocturnal vigilance saw the glaring star 
and realizing the importance of its mes- 
sage, directed their steps towards the 
"Holy Place". 

Over hills, through crowded cities, 
around villages, it led them. Finally th's 
unique star stopped. They had reached 
the stable, which was their destination. 

As the pilgrims entered the habitation 
of sacred birth, they became amazed at 
it's poverty. IThey perceived their king, 
wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a 
horse's manger. Informed by this scene 
that Christ was born midst poverty and 
humiliation, they consoled Mary and pre- 
sented the babe with gifts of myrrh and 
incense. 

Mary related to them that she and her 
spouse were refused shelter everywhere. 
Mary was scorned and slighted, but she 
bore all with fervent patience. After a 
diligent search they finally managed to 
obtain this stable. It was in this place 
of poverty, inhabited by the beasts of the 
field, dampened by the recent storms, and 
open to the weather on one side that 
Mary, the Mother of God, gave birth to 
the King of all kings. 

The poverty of the surroundings was an 
indication that this divine king was born 
to do some great work in the world. 
"Oh! happy poverty, where you are not 
present we cannot expect eternal and 
solid fruit." 

Though Mary was lamenting in her 
heart because of the environments of such 
a distinguished birth, yet she was prais- 
ing and thanking the Lord for bestowing 
such a unique and ethereal privilege on 
her. 

In the midst of his prayers an angel 
appeared to Joseph. The heavenly mes- 
senger announced to Joseph the cruel law 
or wicked Herod, for the purpose of rid- 
ding the world of a king who would most 
assuredly become Herod's rival. 

Joseph aroused the Holy Mother and 
prepared for their flight into Egypt. The 
Lord sent the Bethlehem Star to light 
their way and a chorus of angels to pro- 
tect them from threatening dangers. Thus, 
the "Holy Family" fades from our view 



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as night spreads it's dark tresses over the 
universe, and a chorus of Seraphim and 
Cherubim sing sweetly, 

"Noel, Noel, Born is the King of 
Israel". 

Ruth Cutting, '22. 

SOPHOMORE "JOKES" 

Miss Diauto was coughing to attract her 
friend's attention. 

Mr. Powderly (impatiently) : "Why 
not try Smith Bros.' Cough Drops. 

Miss Diauto: Only five cents a pack- 
age." 

Miss Rent, reading in French, mistook 
'VBishop of Mayence", for Bishop of 
"Mayonnaise". 

Miss Allen: "'Mayonnaise", iMiss Rent? 

Miss Rent (absently) : "Yes's I Card;. 

Miss Toomey was jingling a handful of 
loose change for the benefit of the class. 

Mr. Powderly remarked ( quietly ) : 
"Can you change a quarter, Miss Toom- 
ey?" 

Messier: "Miss Green how do you 
spell "to"? 

Miss Green: "Which to?" 
Messier: "Why 't-o' to, of course. 

Messier: "What time is it, Miss Craw- 
ley? 

Miss Crawley: "Time for you to be 
quiet, Messier. 

SOPHOMORE NOTES 

We are glad to welcome Paul Camelio 
to our English Class. 

The Sophomores held a Class Meeting 
December 1, and elected the following 
officers: 

President, Albert Murphy; Vice Presi- 
dent, Alice Dorey; Treasurer, Barbara 
Belcher; Secretary, Rose Diauto. 

Mr. Powderly claims that all "gum 
chewers" belong behind the "ribbon coun- 
ter" in Woolworth's. 

Doctor — "I'm afraid I'll have to operate 
for appendicitis." 

Beauty — "Oh doctor, will the scar 
show?" 

Doctor — "No, not unless you go into 
the films." 



THE CALL OF THE BELLS 

"Silent Night, Holy Night. 

"All is calm, all is bright." 

The voice paused for a moment, and a 
sob echoed thru the darkened room. The 
singer rose from her position near the 
great piano, and walked slowly to the 
window, where she stood, gazing into the 
sleety, ice-covered streets below. 

"Oh, how I hate it! Hate it all! This 
house, this weather, and this city! If 
only I were home again!" 

"Home, Home, Sweet Home." 

The music 'drifted to her from the 
apartment across the hall. 

"Oh, stop it! Stop it! I can't bear 
to hear it. Stop I say," and the girl, 
scarcely conscious of her actions, burst 
into the room across the hall. 

"Be it ever so humble!" 

"Do you hear? Stop that infernal 
screeching. Stop that singing. Stop — oh, 
please stop!" 

Slowly the figure turned and gazed at 
the white-faced excited girl. 

"Pardon me, but who are you? Why — 
who — " the figure rose and walked to 
the side of the half-crazed girl. 

"Nell! My God, girl — how on earth — 
Nell! I say speak to me," but the girl 
gazed at the man before her, with horror- 
stricken eyes. 

"You! Oh, it cannot be — it is not — 
you, Jack!" 

"Sister! Nell! Sweetheart! What is 
the matter? I'm no ghost. Here you 
are — burst-ng into my room demanding 
me to cease my ramblings — and now you 
refuse to acknowledge my presence and 
kinship. Girlie — -where have you been 
for so many months? Come — gain your 
strength, and tell me everything!' 

"No — no — Jack. Let me go !" but 
suddenly the girl's sobbing ceased and she 
spoke quietly. 

"Jack, its Christmas Eve, listen — hear 
the bells! Oh, Jack, they tell me to go 
home — home to the old folks — home, 
home, home! Jack — shall I go? Am I 
worthy to answer the call of the bells? 
Jack — am I?" 

"Yes, yes, dear sister. Come. We will 
go home together." 



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Thirty minutes later the girl, bundled in 
furs, stood in front of her locked apart- 
ment, waiting for her brotaher. 

"Come girlie. We will buy Mother 
and Dad many gifts, and go home, Nell — 
home!" 

During their shopping expedition Neil 
told Jack her story. 

"I've suffered, Jack, I've suffered. Af- 
ter I left home to act here, I realized my 
mistake. I had money — plenty of it — 
but money does not always bring hap- 
piness — dear. Then, suddenly I remem- 
bered the story that Mother once told as. 
How the Christ Child lived and suffered 
for us, and had no need of gold, and then 
I compared my worthless though gold- 
showered life. Oh, Jack — I repent, tru- 
ly; but temptation called, and I, weak- 
willed and selfish — responded. Ana then, 
Jack — the Bells — the Call of the Bells, 
beckoned to me. Those bells that explain 
all meaning of Christmas tide, and Love, 
true and unselfish! All evening they 
have been sounding through my hot, tired, 
wearied forain. Oh, Jack, how glad I 
shall be to get home once more, to Mother 
and Dad, to 'Peace and Happiness.' " 

Once more the girl broke down under 
the spell of her weakness, but she (finally 
regained her consciousness of the present, 
and listened to her brother's story. 

"(Mother and Dad were worried. Nell, 
and I promised to follow you until you 
were within reach — at last I've found 
you! Why didn't you write, Nell?" 

"I — I couldn't Jack — I couldn't force 
myself to think of Home when I reached 
that stand of Fame — but now — " 

"Hurry Nell — here's our train — to 
Home — Girlie — To Home!" 

In the kitchen of a great white farm 
house, sat an old gray-haired couple. 

"Mother — Its Christmas Eve and no 
word from Nell and Jack. Hark! Do 
you here the Bells? Christmas Bells! and 
Sleigh Bells!" The old man rose from 
his chair and hobbled towards the en- 
trance when suddenly the door flew 
open— 

"Merry Christmas, Mother!" 

"Merry Christmas, Dad!" 

Two young voices echoed through the 
room. 



"Nell! Jack! Daughter! Son!" 
The old couple responded but stood, as 
in a trance, amazement written on their 
happy, beaming faces. "Dear Mother 
and Father, we've answered the Call of 
the Bells!" 

L. Creutz, 1922. 



A KNOCK ON THE FRESHMEN 
From '24 

The Freshmen, you know, are little Mites, 
Afraid of the dark, and horrible sights. 
They think, they can dance, oh gee! my 

feet, 
We all do wish they'd take a back seat. 

Some are. short and some are tall, 
Look out, Miss Robertson, you're going to 

fall. 
Some are thin and some are fat, 
Listen, Daly, you can reduce at that. 

Some are vamps — "umm" that's too true, 
Look out Irma, Clyde is watching you. 
He may have ambitions, now Helen don't 

blush. 
But please don't be in such a rush. 

You think we Sophs are awfully proud, 
We think you Freshies are awfully loud. 
Now Freshies just put "pride" out of 

sight. 
And you'll find we'll treat you pretty near 

right. 



A WARNING 

From the Freshmen 

There's been verse about the Juniors 
And the brilliant Soph'mores too, 

But what about the Seniors!!! 
It would fill a book or two! 

The "Outcasts", known as Freshmen, 
Although in Size they're small, 

Have decided that, on the whole, 
We don't get notice at all. 

That we are turning a new leaf now, 

May be a New Resolution, 
These little words in the following lines 

Are what you may call the solution. 



THE STETSON ORACLE 



First, we will say to the Seniors 

Who think that they can't be "beat." 

"That if you don't give us dance room 
enough 
We will dance all over your feet!" 

Next comes a word to the Juniors, 

And the proud, Haughty Sophomores, 
too, 
"If you don't treat the Freshies with 
more respect, 
We will turn the tables on you. 

So if you want Stetson a school of peace, 

We all must work together, 
But if the Freshmen are cast aside, 

You will find them as "tough as 
leather"! 

Dorothy Burrill, '25. 

WE WONDER 



Spoony ^ _ McCarthy? 

Boisterous McFadden? 

Hero Conlon ? 

Scientific Isaac? 

Naughty Bessie ? 

Lively , Bertha ? 

Carmen Beauty Martha? 

Spicy Pep ? 

Jazz Twins Angie and Margaret? 

Geometrist Beatrice? 

Noisy __Mildred? 

Vamp Dorothy? 

Adventuress Lillian ? 

Giggling Elizabeth ? 

Petite Louise ? 

Comedian Mamie? 

Affectionate Ruth? 

Irresistible Lillian A. 

If so then you know our Senior Class. 

Buy an Oracle. They go like Hot 
Doors! 



Why — Harris is so silent? 

Why — Hazel stays at home every night? 

Why — Margaret hates to dance? 

Why — Dorothy loves Fords? 

Why — 'Lillian hates men? 

What — makes Mildred so meek and mild? 

Why — Bessie cheers for Holbrook? 

Why — O'Leary likes to dance in the hall? 

Why — 'Elizabeth is always so sad? 

Who — 'McCarthy likes? 

Who — the latest victim of Angie's Lizzie 
is? 

Why — Beatrice never sings? 

Why — Ruth never knows her Virgil? 

Why — Forrest likes third period? 

How — Condon escapes detection? 

What — makes Louise so large? 

What — makes Jimmie like the Freshmen? 

Why — Jack hates to argue? 

Why — Carrots never gets mad? 

If the Senior boys will ever pay more at- 
tention to the girls than to the. Fresh- 
men? 

DO YOU KNOW OUR 

Parrot Harris ? 

Gum Slot Condon? 

Talking Machine. -Raggett? 

Jester Gavin? 

Lovesick O'Leary? 

Cave Man Forrest? 



JOKES 

Harold — "Won't you take me for better 
or for worse?" 

Erma — "I'm sure it would be for bet- 
ter, Harold. I couldn't do worse." 

You can't tell what kind of wheels a 

man has in his head by the spokes that 

come out of his mouth. 

While in the woods Clyde sat, 

He threw a stone at a black and white cat. 

But pussy resented and Clyde who re- 
pented 

Went home and buried his clothes in a 
vat. 

Kiley was doing his Bookkeeping in 
Room H. 

Manr.e— — "You're at the head of the 
class in Bookkeeping aren't you?" 

Kiley — "Yes, I sit in the front seat." 

Old lady (at busy crossing to police- 
man) — "Officer, do people often get killed 
here?" 

Officer — "No, Ma'am, only once." 

"Come here and tell me what the four 
seasons are." 

"Pepper, mustard, salt, and vinegar, 
them's what mother always seasons with." 



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"Are you the photographer?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Do you take children's pictures?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"How much do you charge?" 

MThree dollars a dozen." 

"Well I'll see you again, I've only got 
eleven children." 

Steward on steamship — "Your lunch will 
be up in a minute." 

Joe (seasick) — "So will my breakfast." 

Heard in French recitation — 
Miss Savard — "They all went walking 
on horseback." 

We wonder how they do it. 

The price of sugar is coming down. 
The choir will render "Sweet And Low". 

"The gown your wife wore last night 
was a perfect stunner." 

"Well it ought to be, the bill for it 
was a knockout." 

Lillian — "Mamie, have you any good 
points?" 

Mamie — "Yes, I have four points worth 
mentioning." 

Lillian — "Pray what are they?" 

Mamie — "My two sharp points are my 
elbows, and my two weak points are my 
knees." 

Miss Crawley (at end of lesson) — "Now 
can any one of you tell me what water 
is?" 

Pupil — "Water's what turns black when 
you put your hands in it." 

The acquited woman young and pretty 
kissed her lawyer. 

"Madam", he said, "my stipulation was 
that there should be no fee in this case, 
you must permit me to return it." 

Gavin was strolling out of Room D. 

Miss Brennan — "Gavin, come to me — 
AND HE DID. 

When little Percival arrived at school 
on the opening day he carried the follow- 
ing note to the teacher, "Dear Teacher: 
Our sweet little Percival is a very delicate 
child, and if he is naughty, just punish 
the boy next to him and he'll be good." 

That doesn't work at Stetson High 
School. 

At a dinner party an old lady of a very 
prim and severe aspect was seated next 



to a young couple who were discussing 
the merits of their motor cars. 

"What color is your body," the man 
asked the young girl. 

"Oh, mine is bright red, and what color 
is yours? 

"Mine," replied the young man, "is 
brown with yellow stripes." 

This was too much for the old lady, 
rising from the table she exclaimed to 
her hostess: "I really must be excused, 
when young people ask each other the 
color of their bodies at a dinner party, 
it is time I left the room. 

Lillian and Beatrice were quarrelling: 
B. — "I trust I made myself plain." 
L. — "You don't have to, nature at- 
tended to that for you." 

M. — "You look so absent minded this 
morning when I saw you." 

L. — "Yes, I was wrapped in my own 
thoughts." 

IM. — "My, its a wonder you didn't 
catch you death of cold." 

Forrest." — Would you marry a girl if 
her heart was cold as ice?" 

Condon — "Yes, but not if her feet 

were." 

Mamie — "Did you get in before the 
storm last night?" 

Bessie — "Sure, there is never any 
storm until I do get in." 

Night Owl — "Set the alarm for two 
will you?" 

Roomie — "You and who else?" 

"Papa— "Bobbie, if you had a little 
more spunk you would stand better in 
your calss. Now do you know what 
spunk is?" 

Bobbie — "Yes sir, it is the past partici- 
ple of spank." 

Professor P. says that if an ism be add- 
ed to any word your item may be entered 
in a magazine or the Boston American. 

We suggest that our history lesson be 
Powderlyism. 

Paul — "Yes, my father died and left all 
to an orphan asylum." 
Bob— "What was it?" 
Paul — "Ten children." 

You know that every time I get on a 
ferry boat it makes me cross. 



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ALUMNI 

Edward Roddan, graduate of S. H. S. 
1916, is now teaching at Prince's School, 
West End, Boston. 

Mary O'Brien, 1919, is teaching at the 
West Corner School, Randolph. 

Laurence Crovo, '19, is employed in the 
office of Lee Higginson, Boston. 

Anna Good and Elizabeth Randall, 
1920, are attending the Bridgewater Nor- 
mal School. 

Walter Carney of 1916, is employed as 
teller at the Brockton Trust Co., Brock- 
ton. 



FRESHMAN NOTES 

The Freshmen are selling another ord- 
er of candy under the direction of Miss 
Laura Hill. When this lot is sold there 
will be about seventeen dollars in the 
class treasury. 

The Class of 1925 contributed one dol- 
lar to the Red Cross Fund. The students 
also contributed their work in canvassing. 

A question has arisen as to what to do 
with the few class pins that were not 
taken by those who ordered them in the 
Freshmen Class. Definite decision will 
be made at a meeting which is planned 
to take place soon. 

The class has lost another of its mem- 
bers, as Miss Anna Clark has left Ran- 
dolph to take up her residence in Brock- 
ton. 

A few of the Freshmen have started 
plans concerning a sleigh ride which is 
supposed to take place during the Christ- 
mas vacation. (If we have snow by that 
time.) 

Common quotations heard among the 
Freshy Girls: 

Annie Bates — Oh My! 

Rose Sullivan — Good Grief! 

Mary "Sully" — I'll tell the world! 

Florence Thomas — Man Oh Man! 

Hilda Diauto — Sweet Daddy! 

Richie — Cutie Cutie ! 

Dum Wilbe — Oh Chase it! 

Dot Brennan — Oh Boy! 

Helen Hewins — Darn it! 

Dot Burrill — Fiddlesticks! 

Ellen Sandberg's friends wonder why 
she will not play "The Campbells are 
Coming." 



If Miss Rich were a boy and Red Dixon 
a girl, Dixon would be Rich before long. 

I. 

Those who know not 
And know not 
That they know not 
Are Freshmen. 

II. 
Those who know not 
And know that 
IThey know not 
Are Sopohomores. 

III. 
Those who know 
And know not 
That they know 
Are Juniors. 

IV. 
Those who know 
And know 
That they know 
Are Seniors. 

GOING TO CHINA 

Reverand Fr. Celestine a former mem- 
ber of Stetson High School is leaving for 
China. He has been appointed Superior 
over the first band of Passionist Mission- 
eries to carry the banner of Christianity 
to the Far East. 

Fr. Celestine was born in Randolph, 
May 12, 1887, and entered Stetson High 
School at 12. Here he remained for 
three years, when he entered Bryant and 
Stratton Commercial School in Boston. 

For a short time, he led a mercantile 
life but the desire to become a priest 
possessed him and he entered St. Mary's 
Seminary Dunkirk, N. Y. He made his 
profession March 24, 1910 at St. Paul's 
Seminary Pittsburgh, Pa. He was or- 
dained May 16, 1918, at St. Michael's 
Monastery, West Hoboken, N. J. 

A gathering of about 600 citizens of 
Randolph in Stetson Hall tendered him a 
farewell reception and testimonial. He 
was presented a purse. There were vocal 
number by Miss Mae Morgan a graduate 
of Stetson High School. 

Fr. Celestine left Sunday, December 
11, for the western territory of the prov- 
ince of Hannan where he will assume his 
duties. 



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